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zorathenneI am just about ready to up and.. I dunno.. dammit.. divorce myself from my family.. or something..
With the exception of my mom (thank goodness), and a select few others, the rest of my family can just... just... bah... go jump in a tar pit or whatever..
I could have been having FUN last night.. Even though my tummy was in the mood to bitch at me and I was feeling that 'blah' mood just over the horizon, and I have tons of work to do here in the house before the family comes over to visit, I could have been chillin' with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tygerlilly and the rest of the girls at her place.
But noooooo... I had to stick around the house because I was to expect a phone call from an aunt of mine and her husband because they are to be driving in from California to visit the new house and head out with everyone else to drive down to Florida for our family reunion (that I won't be going to). Now, normally, if one isn't around to catch a phone call but has voice mail, they can go handle their business without worrying about missing (too) much, right?
Oh, but you guys haven't had the pleasure of meeting my family... If you know that certain of them are going to call you and it's something that to them is deemed as more important than Jesus and his disciples along with the rest of the Holy Trinity (though my celestial preference on who I would wish to have visit just may differ, they're aloowed to come by too) knocking on your door wanting to visit for a time to smoke a few blunts and shoot the shit with you or whatever.. Then by their expectations, you are to stay your ass in the house and wait for their call, because milk, eggs, bread and cheese help you if you aren't there to pick up before the first ring is halfway through. And they know me..
Or should I say they think they know me..
To (some of) them, I'm that same child who was the spawn of the devil and will always have the potential (they're just waiting for it) to be the type of person her father was/is. Good intentions and meaning well among other things to them doesn't exist (unless it's them doing so). My finally 'growing up', actually buckling down to finish school to get a decent job, and no longer doing the shit to my mother that I used to, etc (good lord, if some of them only knew everything I've done. *rolls her eyes*) pretty much means nothing to them.
And they can't seem to grasp the fact that I just... don't... give... a... fuck. Well, to give some of them credit, they do.. So they decide to 'talk' to mom about how they feel concerning that.. But that's a whole 'nother rant..
I swear, my mother is the only one of her siblings (well.. okie she and 2 of her sisters) who can be said to be saner than the rest.. And, I'm beginning to think she may have a monopoly on the common sense in the family.. But for me to go in and air out the mausoleum of skeletons in our family would take too damn long and hopefully I won't need to; the issues that permeate my family should be somewhat apparent when I explain last night/today.
Let's just say.. for a certain aunt in my family to fuss that she's usually on top of what goes on 'psychologically' in this family (read: me)... *sigh* oy..
Anyway.. as I was saying.. I was to listen out for a phone call or look for an email from my aunt concerning when she and her husband would be arriving so that I can be at home or have a key for them to get into the house with. Of course, since they live in California, I was probably going to get said phone call anywhere around 10pm my time up to at least midnight/1am. As for the email (which probably wasn't going to happen as we aren't sure if it's my email they have or my mother's), I could be at a friend's house to get it by either asking to borrow their computer to check or by having my laptop with me (which reminds me this laptop needs to be returned soon ~ stupid school policy *grumble*). So I calledtygerlilly, and explained that I was pretty much stuck here until I got the phone call. I'm sure she wouldn't have minded me at all showing up after 10pm, so that wouldn't have been an issue.. Well.. while waiting on the phone call.. I get sleepy.. and decide to take a nap.. Not a problem.. the ringing of the phone will wake me up..
But it didn't.. Wanna know why? Because they never called. I woke up.. and it's just after 10pm. "Okay", I think to myself.. "They're sure to call within the next hour.. I know.. I'll call and purr intovernard's ear for a little since he's done teaching class for the night and I miss my dummy a lil' bit.. I have call waiting, so if they call, I can easily switch over."
Well.. still no call. After I hung up with Vernard, I checked my email... No fscking email. Nothing.. Now I'm fussy.. I still didn't feel so great, and The Blahs(tm) were coming on a bit stronger.. But dammit.. I could have been having FUN! But, no.. No need to give them anymore reason to call up their sister and fuss at her for having the kind of child I am and how they would have dealt with me if so..
Buttmunchers..
Okay.. okay.. I really didn't mean that *rolls eyes*.. But I just had to get that out of my system..
Anyway, I stay home.. And stay home.. And stay home.. And fall back asleep..
It's now today... And still no phone call/email..
Don't look at me.. I ain't calling them.. I'm not going to their house.. they are coming here.
But then guess what I get..?
About an hour ago.. I get an email...
From my mother...
About my aunt and her husband...
Oh, they're still driving over.. But they called my mom to have her tell me.. *boggle*. They have both phone numbers to this house.. the upstairs line and the downstairs (basement apartment) line which is mine.. But it gets better..
They aren't sure now which day they will be here.. They could either be here on the original date.. or be here when the rest of the family makes it down here to meet up to head for the family reunion..
Oh.. And they're going to call when they make up their minds which day.. So guess who is supposed to be sticking around to catch their call..?
Oh hell no.. screw that shit.. As soon as I finish up things over here and deep condition my hair and stuff, I'm on my way over to Tygerlilly's place to drop off her cooler and to say hi for a little bit..
I have job hunting to do.. a boyfriend to help pack/move.. and friends to go visit and give huggles to..
In other words, dear, sweet family O'mine..
I'm 30 years old.. and..
I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE!
I've never tried pleasing you all from the get~go to begin with, and I sure as hell ain't going out of my way to start now.
Leave a message after the beep... *BEEP*
With the exception of my mom (thank goodness), and a select few others, the rest of my family can just... just... bah... go jump in a tar pit or whatever..
I could have been having FUN last night.. Even though my tummy was in the mood to bitch at me and I was feeling that 'blah' mood just over the horizon, and I have tons of work to do here in the house before the family comes over to visit, I could have been chillin' with
tygerlilly and the rest of the girls at her place.But noooooo... I had to stick around the house because I was to expect a phone call from an aunt of mine and her husband because they are to be driving in from California to visit the new house and head out with everyone else to drive down to Florida for our family reunion (that I won't be going to). Now, normally, if one isn't around to catch a phone call but has voice mail, they can go handle their business without worrying about missing (too) much, right?
Oh, but you guys haven't had the pleasure of meeting my family... If you know that certain of them are going to call you and it's something that to them is deemed as more important than Jesus and his disciples along with the rest of the Holy Trinity (though my celestial preference on who I would wish to have visit just may differ, they're aloowed to come by too) knocking on your door wanting to visit for a time to smoke a few blunts and shoot the shit with you or whatever.. Then by their expectations, you are to stay your ass in the house and wait for their call, because milk, eggs, bread and cheese help you if you aren't there to pick up before the first ring is halfway through. And they know me..
Or should I say they think they know me..
To (some of) them, I'm that same child who was the spawn of the devil and will always have the potential (they're just waiting for it) to be the type of person her father was/is. Good intentions and meaning well among other things to them doesn't exist (unless it's them doing so). My finally 'growing up', actually buckling down to finish school to get a decent job, and no longer doing the shit to my mother that I used to, etc (good lord, if some of them only knew everything I've done. *rolls her eyes*) pretty much means nothing to them.
And they can't seem to grasp the fact that I just... don't... give... a... fuck. Well, to give some of them credit, they do.. So they decide to 'talk' to mom about how they feel concerning that.. But that's a whole 'nother rant..
I swear, my mother is the only one of her siblings (well.. okie she and 2 of her sisters) who can be said to be saner than the rest.. And, I'm beginning to think she may have a monopoly on the common sense in the family.. But for me to go in and air out the mausoleum of skeletons in our family would take too damn long and hopefully I won't need to; the issues that permeate my family should be somewhat apparent when I explain last night/today.
Let's just say.. for a certain aunt in my family to fuss that she's usually on top of what goes on 'psychologically' in this family (read: me)... *sigh* oy..
Anyway.. as I was saying.. I was to listen out for a phone call or look for an email from my aunt concerning when she and her husband would be arriving so that I can be at home or have a key for them to get into the house with. Of course, since they live in California, I was probably going to get said phone call anywhere around 10pm my time up to at least midnight/1am. As for the email (which probably wasn't going to happen as we aren't sure if it's my email they have or my mother's), I could be at a friend's house to get it by either asking to borrow their computer to check or by having my laptop with me (which reminds me this laptop needs to be returned soon ~ stupid school policy *grumble*). So I called
tygerlilly, and explained that I was pretty much stuck here until I got the phone call. I'm sure she wouldn't have minded me at all showing up after 10pm, so that wouldn't have been an issue.. Well.. while waiting on the phone call.. I get sleepy.. and decide to take a nap.. Not a problem.. the ringing of the phone will wake me up..But it didn't.. Wanna know why? Because they never called. I woke up.. and it's just after 10pm. "Okay", I think to myself.. "They're sure to call within the next hour.. I know.. I'll call and purr into
vernard's ear for a little since he's done teaching class for the night and I miss my dummy a lil' bit.. I have call waiting, so if they call, I can easily switch over."Well.. still no call. After I hung up with Vernard, I checked my email... No fscking email. Nothing.. Now I'm fussy.. I still didn't feel so great, and The Blahs(tm) were coming on a bit stronger.. But dammit.. I could have been having FUN! But, no.. No need to give them anymore reason to call up their sister and fuss at her for having the kind of child I am and how they would have dealt with me if so..
Buttmunchers..
Okay.. okay.. I really didn't mean that *rolls eyes*.. But I just had to get that out of my system..
Anyway, I stay home.. And stay home.. And stay home.. And fall back asleep..
It's now today... And still no phone call/email..
Don't look at me.. I ain't calling them.. I'm not going to their house.. they are coming here.
But then guess what I get..?
About an hour ago.. I get an email...
From my mother...
About my aunt and her husband...
Oh, they're still driving over.. But they called my mom to have her tell me.. *boggle*. They have both phone numbers to this house.. the upstairs line and the downstairs (basement apartment) line which is mine.. But it gets better..
They aren't sure now which day they will be here.. They could either be here on the original date.. or be here when the rest of the family makes it down here to meet up to head for the family reunion..
Oh.. And they're going to call when they make up their minds which day.. So guess who is supposed to be sticking around to catch their call..?
Oh hell no.. screw that shit.. As soon as I finish up things over here and deep condition my hair and stuff, I'm on my way over to Tygerlilly's place to drop off her cooler and to say hi for a little bit..
I have job hunting to do.. a boyfriend to help pack/move.. and friends to go visit and give huggles to..
In other words, dear, sweet family O'mine..
I'm 30 years old.. and..
I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE!
I've never tried pleasing you all from the get~go to begin with, and I sure as hell ain't going out of my way to start now.
Leave a message after the beep... *BEEP*
